I’m back from an unexpected, last-minute week in Boston. It was my first chance to practice, in person, what I’ve been doing online for my colleagues: teaching. It turns out there’s a need for technically-minded people who can write, communicate, and share their knowledge.
I’ve been enjoying my first avalanche-free week in a few years. It’s quite lovely, but it took some pain to get here; I gutted and completely redid how I filtered my personal email in a last-ditch attempt to keep it under control.
I’d had a system in the past that worked reasonably well, but over time, as more companies switched to reaching me through email, my original plan no longer sufficed. I do sometimes miss the day that a single ‘bacn’ folder could hold all the Authorized Pork Product Email™ I received, but that day is long past.
I wish I could say that I’ve been keeping up with the health-care grouchfest that’s been happening in the country over the past couple of years. You’d think that I’d be the world’s expert, after Jeff’s accident, but that’s not the case. It’s not that I don’t care – I do – but I’ve hit my limit of what I can hear about the medical care crisis in this country before I start having what most sane people would call flashbacks.
I’ve gotten all of my lodging and transit prepared for the trip. With several weeks left to go, I’m relieved to see the details settling into the form of an itinerary. I don’t cope well with the prospect of “well, I’m going to land in this country on day X and then, a few weeks later, fly home from country Y” – with no idea where I’m sleeping in between. Not my style.